[ He just ages ridiculously well for a human. He's not young, but he isn't as old as a could be guessed.

And more than he would like to admit. ]

... It is ... something that I am working on.

[ He's getting used to that people-can-be-nice thing, and figures he should reciprocate. Duke settles near-ish, shifting his long hair out of the way and tilting his head in thought. ]

Unless something has changed drastically within my magic....

[ He shakes a hand out, then taps his fingers on the air a moment. Dull red glowing script forms that long formula in the air, hopefully before them both. ]

Called the Rizomata formula, think already said that... And this section.... [ Depending how aware Dumbledore is with magic, he might feel the amount in the room concentrate a little, when Duke reaches out to swipe his fingers along a few lines, highlighting them with a brighter glow. ]

Is the part for gathering.